sage the scents pulls me into the past where shadows cast from the bondfire spiral stretching out over the snow until they mesh with the darkness. We can't see the river from here; but it's there at the bottom of the valley, I can't explain it logically but I can feel it, its rhythm gently moving through the woods in hushed tones beneath sheep skins being beaten until our hands throb from the blood plunged into our fingers chanting dancing lost.....I long for it to lose myself in something greater this union of souls coming together for something bigger than ourselves no talking just feeling.
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Entertaining thoughts of walking away without looking back. now the catylst in a reaction of utterances and intention bent into reality but fear is here as well. Can I start over and will that start be actually what i desire this pyre of inspiration was all but extinguished now burning brighter than ever as if i never severed ties with my former self
delving into dreams shelved for years
peering into inaudible silence and extracting meaning from streamed documentaries

Took the liberty to post your Journal Entry as a quote for one of my own. Whether said by personal reasons, or in reference to the site, I take it to heart, and thus felt like sharing.
Your writing is remarkable, really. I miss way back when this site was spammed by such things, rather than...what's spammed now.

Yeah, I really had to search my mind for all those rhyming words. Strangely when I ran out I found I had finished my thought, I don't think there are any more words that rhyme so that worked out well. Thanks for the comment.